These palm prints look similar in depth, even if you look closely, it will be the same.

The leaves fall.

The power of the little monk Vajra's palm is naturally self-evident.

Although the big tree that these several people hugged was still motionless, the fact that so many leaves were shaken down was enough to show that his palm power was not simple.

Retreat the palm.

The little monk King Kong showed a smile on his face.

This time the palm print is obviously deeper than the one from yesterday, and this kind of progress is quite rare.

Martial arts practice, whether it is internal energy, external skills, or even secret techniques, it is not easy to make progress. It requires opportunities and insights.

The sudden enlightenment last night was so powerful that the monk could really make the divine master so much, which made the little monk feel like he was finding the trick, and he was quite complacent.

But then he noticed that his master frowned slightly.

This made him feel a little nervous and he asked, "Master, is there anything wrong?"

The complacency just now also disappeared in an instant.

The old man finally spoke, "You can understand the skills of gathering strength and know how to make moves when the inner energy is at its peak, which is really good, but do you still remember what I told you?"

"Advisor..."

The little monk was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembered something and said, "Eight minutes will stop."

The old man nodded, "It's not okay to only know how to explode but not keep your strength. If you fight an opponent who is weaker than you, it's natural to crush him with a fierce attack with a storm. But if you meet an opponent, it's best not to use your skills. The opening hand is the most powerful skill, but it doesn't mean that you won't make a contribution after you hit a palm and you'll be beaten to death by others. Do your best to make a move, and it's very powerful, but it's hard to get the back moves at the same time. You need to remember it if you keep two points."

The little monk seemed a little embarrassed, "I, I just want you to see the power of my monumental hand that I can use with all my strength."

He just turned 20 years old, and in front of the old man, he could only be regarded as a yellow-haired boy.

"Come on!"

The old man didn't continue to say anything, just said that.

The little monk Vajra continued to slap his palms at the big tree that only a few people could embrace.

In this forest, such big trees are not very rare.

The dull sound never stopped for a long time.

Practicing martial arts has always been as easy as I imagined. Even Zhao Dongting, who kept cheating, has suffered countless hardships for this.

No master of Zhenwu realm has to sleep to that level of cultivation. He has to slowly walk to that level from a tall building to the ground, and he has to step by step to slowly reach that level.

Although the young monk has a certain level of master like the old man and can avoid many detours, he still cannot avoid the path he should take and the hardship he should endure.

In the night, the master and apprentice did not attract anyone's attention.

At this time, outside the north gate of Jiading Prefecture, a fast horse composed of more than a dozen cavalry galloped into the city. The soldiers on both sides of the city gate hurriedly saluted.

The leader was an official wearing an official robe, but a woman, and quite beautiful.

Isn’t this exactly who the prefect of Jiading Prefecture Hong can be?

Now, Hong Niang's face no longer had the hostility she had when she was a pirate at the sea. When her face was expressionless, she only had majesty and nobility.
Chapter completed!